Please them.

Make them happy.

Don't mess up.

Smile, never frown.

Repeat this everyday.

When can I be happy?

When can I smile?

When can I just be me?

What we have are memories,

Each has it's own melody,

My addiction to them has no remedy,

It's hard to believe how clocks ticking away,

When I relieve the peaceful "stairway to heaven" with you,

When I feel "every breathe you take",

When I watch us "chasing cars",

When I call you from a "pay phone" It's hard to believe how time slows down,

And I live each moment with you, and crave to create another ones

If I could write a story,

The greatest ever told,

It'd be about You and Me

You've been all that one needs

You've are the dearest one

When in sorrow you are the nearest one,

You are the best friend,

You've been a mesmerizing angel,

The sparkle in your eyes never fails to inspire,

The smile on your face never fails to bring one on mine,

You come down to my level and lift me up,

You help me fly without my wings

Watching you, my love of life,

Purity rushes through my bicuspids,

Now I see why love is insane,

It breaks the sanity of the dormant and meaningless life,

Thanks for being a part of this heart,

Without this part my friend, there is no heart

The only thing that can break my heart,

Those dreams of stolen kisses and lingering touches,

The sound of a voice so sweet, so comforting,

The arms that are my home,

And the face, hidden in shadows,

The love that is just out of reach.

They say they understand my passion for writing, no they don't, because they don't feel it. For me writing is like water to a fish, Light to a flower, wings to a bird. It's my break from reality. It heals my mental wounds, wounds that can't be seen only be felt. It untangles the thread of my tumultuous mind. But only if you feel it and not just say it...

Love and Lust;

I much prefer the latter

as the only pain

brings with it

dark and beautiful

Pleasure.